Cover me in cold
lay me down to sleep
quiet my soul with snow
sharp icicles when I weep
speak a storm to disguise
my dirty world of sin
from judgment calls and prying eyes
that never look within
cover me in genuflection
so that I can dream reflection
still soft worlds of peace
of pureness & perfection
Blanket me with pure white
flakes of absolution
I sin I sin I sin
again
I am only human
